This is one of our families' old cats. He was called Spitfire - Spit for short. You'll have to excuse the picture quality but this photo was taken back in Christmas of 1978, the year our family got him. He was a stray we took in and, as you can see, had lost most of one ear, presumably in a fight. He remained a battler when we owned him. One devastating manoeuvre that I witnessed him employ in combat with a feline opponent was to dive at its underbelly and flip it over onto its back by sheer force of momentum, then land on top of it and sink its teeth into it.
Spit passed away near the end of 1986 but is still fondly remembered.